“I don’t want to go home to him,” I sobbed to my mum.
Nope, I wasn’t referring to a friend who was grinding my gears, or even an ex desperate to make amends. I’d forgive you for thinking so.
Because what kind of mother in their right mind would admit they didn’t want to go home to their son?
Well, me. It’s not an easy confession to make. And certainly not one I make lightly.
But, whether we like to admit it or not, we all have moments when we wish we could take our mum hat off and bury our face in a pillow for an unspecified period of time.
Yep, being a mum makes my soul sing. But sometimes that tune falls flat. It’s harder than any parenting manual warned or well-meaning friend quipped when you announced you were expecting.
It tests you in a way no one could possibly prepare you for; emotionally, physically, spiritually, pushing you to your limits in every sense.
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It’s clearly more about you than it is about him, you should take a look at yourself first.
The fact that you went to such great lengths to make sure he is okay demonstrates how much you love your son.
I don't believe there is any judgement from other mums who are at the coal face with young children (unless they have loads of help and their kids are angels) - maybe childfree or childless or people whose children are older and grown up and they forget how hard the day to day can be with LOs. No judgement here, we've all been there (for me this morning it was "if I lock myself in the car and scream because I'm at the end of my rope with tantys and on 5 hours broken sleep because they're all coughing all night will the neighbours hear and call FACS?). It doesn't mean you don't love your kid, it means you are human and currently doing the hardest, most relentless job in the world!